White Snake Demonstration Walk

Chapter 108 Sitting on an Old Tree for 50 Years, Shocking Changes in Jingci Temple
The seven days passed by in a blink of an eye, and it was the last day of this puja in the blink of an eye. The sky was still covered with a thick layer of dark clouds, and strong winds blew from time to time, bringing tens of thousands of chills, just like returning to early winter.

The spring rains don't stop, dripping down on the pedestrians, soaking the skirts of their clothes, and thousands of starlight ripples appear on the water surface of the West Lake.

Qiao Chen was sitting peacefully at the altar of Fahua, surrounded by mostly scholars who had heard the news from the surrounding counties and counties. There were probably hundreds of them, all of whom were divided into this place.

The raindrops falling from the sky fell on his hair, which was slightly moistened, making it even more radiant like ink. For seven days in a row, he tried his best to refine the turbid Qi in his chest here, and achieved remarkable results. Effect.

The turbid Qi of Qiankun that was originally like a dragon in his consciousness has shrunk by more than half at this time, like a loach in a pool of water, wrapped in gray-white mist, and may be completely refined by him at any time, which means that he can It is possible to take that crucial step and break through to the Golden Core Realm!

By then, his strength will be several times what it is now.

In the dantian, there is a black and white two-color airflow like a giant python in the lake of spiritual power. It shakes its head and tail, swims wantonly, and cuts out ripples, as if giving birth to spirituality.

Although Huangfuxuan was absolutely unwilling, he was forcibly carried here. At this time, he was sleeping in his arms, with only one fluffy snow-white ear sticking out.

He looked up, and through the gaps in the clouds, he faintly saw a mass of bright lights hanging high in the sky, and before he knew it, it was already noon.The monks of Jingci Temple lit the perfect incense and waited to send off the Buddhas, Bodhisattvas and sages to announce the official end of the ceremony.

when!
A long and deep sound of bells and chimes came from Jingci Temple, echoing among the green mountains and clear waters. The abbot Yuanjue, who was sitting on the main seat of the Dharma Assembly, showed a trace of relief on his face. Some monks in the temple asked him to get up and leave. seat.

At this moment, a clear female voice broke the silence that lasted seven days in the square.

"Deng Jiukun, how long are you going to hide!"

The woman's voice seemed very abrupt in this quiet square. Everyone subconsciously heard the reputation and looked, only to see a woman with a high bun, red pupils and phoenix eyes, and a pair of wonderful eyes in a black and red seductive long dress. Staring at Fangzhang Yuanjue on the main seat, his originally beautiful face was full of chills at the moment.

The people around were all surprised, and stared at the woman with horror on their faces. This water and land puja is a very solemn and solemn event. Who would dare to be so bold as to disturb the puja.

The supervisor on the side frowned when he heard the words, and immediately shouted: "Who is disturbing the order of the Dharma meeting for no reason, why don't you leave me quickly, lest..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw the woman's casual glance, which seemed to contain a beast that devours people. Just one glance made him feel chills all over his body, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on the back of his head. Feeling like falling into an abyss, the second half of the sentence was stuck in his throat, and he took two steps back involuntarily.

At the same time as the woman spoke, countless cold and gloomy eyes suddenly focused on the abbot Yuanjue in the field.

Yuan Jue seemed to have expected the woman's appearance long ago, and his expression was still calm, looking at her with a pair of cloudy old eyes, and said indifferently: "This female benefactor, if there are other things, please talk about it after the puja."

Mu Qingying sneered when she heard the words, with a hint of coldness on her lips, she said, "Deng Jiukun, now, are you still going to pretend that you don't know me?"

Yuanjue drooped his eyelids, and said, "I'm afraid the benefactor may have identified the wrong person. There is no such person as Deng Jiukun here."

Mu Qingying let out a hey, and laughed loudly: "I'm really curious about what kind of person can give up his own name without hesitation, and now I finally see you! I have been looking for you for 100 years, and I can't find you." Thinking of running to this monastery to become a goddamn bald thief, what a plan! Do you think that I can do nothing to you?!"

Mu Qingying's cold voice echoed in the mountains and rivers, and everyone who participated in the ceremony could hear it clearly. Many people looked at each other in blank dismay, and didn't realize it for a while. They never thought that such an accident would happen when the meeting was about to end. Doubtful eyes looked back and forth between Mu Qingying and Abbot Yuanjue.

Qiao Chenan frowned slightly after listening to the woman's words. Although the woman only said a few words, there were many things that could be deduced from it. idea.

A bearded man on the shore of the West Lake in the distance, with a face like a copper plate, eyes like eagle hooks, messy black hair, and an evil spirit all over his body, saw this scene and suddenly laughed, and said to himself: "Is it finally started?" ?”

On a cruise ship by the lake, Liu Hongni looked in Mu Qingying's direction. After she saw Yun Yuyan who was sitting cross-legged beside her, a look of solemnity appeared on her face, and a pair of eyes stared coldly behind her. Or, Yun Yuyan seemed to have sensed it, and turned her head to show her a charming smile. Seeing this, some young men around her suddenly became lustful, and there was a sinister look in their eyes, staring at Yun Yuyan's face, wishing to immediately He pounced on him and crushed him wantonly.

"Do you want me to make your past scandals public! Let the whole world know!" Mu Qingying sneered, and said with a sneer: "'Deng Jiukun', a hundred years ago, no one in the world knew your name !"

As soon as these words came out, the complexions of some senior monks in Jingci Temple suddenly changed, and their eyes looked at the figure on the main seat in disbelief. The disciples of the younger generation may not know it, but for them, the Thousand-Handed Demon Venerable This title was known to everyone a hundred years ago!
This person is a figure like the leader of the Demon Sect. He was born out of thin air 300 years ago, and no one knows his real name.

In the four seas, there are shadows of demon disciples everywhere. The Great Xia Dynasty almost changed hands. Many Taoist masters spontaneously joined together to strangle them, but they killed hundreds of people and lost their lives.

A hundred years ago, this person disappeared from everyone's sight as if the world had evaporated, and he was nowhere to be found. Only then was the power of the Demon Sect suppressed by the Dao Sect and almost wiped out, and the rest could only linger in Cangwu Ridge.

In a hundred years, mortals have changed for one or two generations, and the title of Thousand-Handed Demon Venerable has almost been forgotten in the long river of time. Who would have thought that it would be mentioned again today!

Besides, from what the woman said, it is unbelievable that Abbot Yuanjue could be the thousand-handed Demon Lord who disappeared for a hundred years.Although they don't want to believe it in their hearts, they must not be aimless. They only remember that Yuan Jue was a young man when he entered the temple. They saw him admiring Buddhism, so they accepted him. Who would have expected such a background?

At that moment, an old monk looked at Yuanjue and said nervously, "Senior Brother Yuanjue, is what this female benefactor said true?"

The rest of the monks frowned, but a red-faced old monk at the very end shouted, "Junior Brother Yuanzhen, what are you talking about! How can you doubt Senior Brother Yuanjue!"

After saying that, he turned his head to look at Mu Qingying, and scolded: "Where did the demon girl come from, how dare to deceive the crowd with demonic words, come here, give me a fork!"

As soon as the words fell, two young monks jumped in front of Mu Qingying with long sticks in their hands. First, they clasped their hands together and saluted, saying, "Female benefactor, I've offended you!"

He raised his stick and thrust it towards Mu Qingying's armpit.

Mu Qingying glanced at the two of them indifferently with her eyes, and let out a cold snort. The two monks suddenly couldn't stand still, and fell to the ground with two thuds, unconscious.

Seeing this, the expressions of all the monks changed greatly. Although some of them have cultivated for many years and possess extraordinary cultivation, it is absolutely difficult to knock out these two monks so easily, let alone how they even thought about each other. Whoever made the move didn't notice, and a cloud suddenly hung over his heart.

But Mu Qingying looked at Abbot Yuanjue with a sneer, and said, "What I said is true or not, don't you know if you ask your good abbot? Don't you bastards often keep saying that monks don't tell lies?" ', I'd like to see how he answers!"

Seeing her swearing appearance, many old monks had already believed three points in their hearts. Hearing the words, they immediately looked at Yuanjue who was sitting in the middle with doubts in their eyes. The red-faced old monk said in private: "No matter what , this matter can be left to be discussed later, even if what the demon girl said is true, at this time, the abbot brother will absolutely not admit it!"

If what the woman said is true and what happened today spreads, wouldn't Jingci Temple become the laughing stock of the whole world?

How could such a small trick of sound transmission be able to hide Mu Qingying, but she just sneered twice, staring coldly at Yuanjue with her beautiful eyes.

Under the attention of many fellow apprentices, Yuanjue finally raised his eyes, and looked at Mu Qingying complicatedly, with an indescribable look on his old face, and said, "A hundred years, Qingying, you But still can't let go of the hatred in your heart?"

As soon as this statement came out, all the monks changed their expressions. This statement was equivalent to admitting in disguise that he was the Thousand-Handed Demon Lord!
For the first time in hundreds of years, his name was exposed to the world, Thousand-Handed Demon Venerable Deng Jiukun!
At this time, all the people who came to listen to the Dharma gradually recovered from the shocking changes, and all of them changed their faces. Who would have thought that the virtuous and eminent monk whom everyone admired would be the leader of the evil way. Ruoyunni!
If this news spreads today, it will definitely cause shocking waves!
When Mu Qingying heard the words, a icy expression appeared on her pretty face, and she angrily said, "If I don't take your life with my own hands, how can I get rid of my great hatred!"

Her hair drooping down her temples was windless, and an oppressive aura emerged from her body. Her long skirt was fluttering, and she asked, "Let me ask you again, was that sentence true back then!?"

Yuanjue seemed to sigh slightly, and said: "There is no such person as Deng Jiukun in the world, how can I answer the benefactor's question, please ask the benefactor to find someone else to answer!"

"Sitting on an old tree for 50 years, I know who I am today! Amitabha."

Yuanjue clasped his hands together, put them on his chest, and recited the Buddha's name, the sound was like a bell, his eyelids drooped, his body breath gradually disappeared, the bright red cassock was bright and dazzling, faintly a little bit of butterfly-spotted crystal light diffused from his body.

"It's not good! Abbot Yuanjue has passed away!"

Suddenly a monk shouted loudly, and a group of people were startled. Looking at the old figure with a peaceful face, all the monks felt a sense of sadness in their hearts. Suddenly, there was a sound of crying and wailing!
Rumble!
The dark clouds were torn apart, one after another roared like dragons and thundered across the sky, making the sound of rolling thunder, the rain suddenly increased, as if it was pouring, and it seemed that they were also mourning the passing of Yuanjue.

In the Daxiong Palace, a trace of sadness flashed in Fahai's eyes, he said Amitabha, and said softly: "Nephew, please go!"

The law of heaven rotates, and cause and effect are predestined in the dark. Even if he took action today to stop Mu Qingying from revealing this shocking secret, but he could stop it for a while, but not for a lifetime. Yuanjue's identity would be exposed sooner or later.

Although it has been expected, people are not grass and trees, so how can they be ruthless, even though he has been studying Buddhism for hundreds of years, he is still not hard-hearted.

I vaguely remember that year, that day, in front of Jingci Temple, a young man knelt in front of the temple gate, his eyes were full of confusion, and he kowtowed to himself and begged: "Disciple Deng Jiukun is tired of this world of mortals. The empty door, I hope the master will complete it!"

He naturally knew the identity of the young man in front of him, and originally wanted to suppress him, but he saw the doubt and confusion in his eyes, seeing his sincere repentance, the words "My Buddha is merciful", and all kinds of thoughts appeared in his heart , and finally turned into a sigh: "Do you know how much sin you bear?"

The young man kowtowed again and again until a large amount of blood oozed from his forehead, dyed the bluestone slabs red, and pieces of peach blossoms fell, following the wind track to an unknown distance. The fire of karma is added to the body, and the disciple is willing to repay it with this body!"

Since then, the world has lost a thousand-handed demon forever, but there has been a young monk named Yuanjue in Jingci Temple, who practices Zen every day and realizes Buddha.

"Martial nephew, with me here, no one can touch your body!"

Fa Hai's eyes showed determination, he got up, holding a staff, begging for alms, and strode out of the hall.

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Everyone is in chaos on the square, a generation of eminent monk Yuanjue's astonishing identity before he became a monk was exposed, and he passed away at this puja, who would have thought that such a shocking change would take place in an otherwise good puja?

Mu Qingying saw Yuanjue's breath of life disappearing, first there was a trace of sadness in her beautiful eyes, and then it turned into boundless anger and sorrow, she gritted her teeth and said sharply: "Well, you Deng Jiukun, would you rather die than let me do what you want? !? Today I’m going to start a big killing spree and slaughter this bald donkey, let’s see how you, a dead ghost, can stop it!”

She took a step forward, and suddenly a breath as vast as mountains, seas and abyss burst out from her petite body, her figure disappeared from the spot in an instant, and she came among the monks in the blink of an eye, her eyes were full of killing intent, and she turned her head to Yuanjue slapped his body away, and shouted: "Even if you die, you will never feel better!"

　4000 words, I wrote it after scratching my head, and I don’t know if it’s good to write like this.

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